Sex in an abandoned underground

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So here's a bit more heavy story. The background is that in Utrecht there's the 'werfkelders'. These are basements that end up right to the waters edge, and run under the elevated street to under the warehouses. There's many lost, still waiting to be discovered. The municipality thinks easily over 200 of these basements are still around the city, with some suspected places as the roads their quality is often dependent on them.

A woman convinces her friend to try to explore them. She discovered that her grandparents house has one such undiscovered basement, and suspects that many along the street have similar undiscovered basements.

In their exploration they see many boxes with old stuff in them. Powder, metals, old benzine. Curiously there's a door on the side, which when they open it leads to the neighbours basement. They have sex there, which is amazing.

However, every time they explore they find new things, and every time when he starts to ask certain questions they have sex and return afterwards to freshen up. Questions like "where is this stuff coming from?" or "what are we searching for?"

They might need a boat to float to other basements, which can be under bridges.

Eventually the truth is revealed when they discover some nazi uniforms. Turns out that she knew that during WWII the nazis had occupied houses in the area, including her grandparents house. Many basements became inaccessible when they bricked up the entrances, so they could hide all kinds of stuff in the centre of the city.

She hoped to find treasure, like gold and art. Her discomfort came with the questions, as she hadn't figured out if she would turn it in or use it for her own gain. The sex distracted him as well as herself from her moral quandary.

How it ends is still uncertain. The mundane stuff they found can already be great finds, and reporting more expensive stuff can still lead to some things they want, like recognition. Though they might find a single solid gold bar or piece of lost art that could be worth millions to the right obscure collector.

We can add some fantastical elements through drugs. (Experimental) Drugs were often used to boost morale, and the old powder changed properties, which they inhaled at the start of every exploration.

This way we have a story arc that starts whimsical, but turns more intense later. It'll be a bit of intrigue, not knowing why she wants to explore with such passion, and why certain questions lead to passion. Two points of tension within the story, leading to a tumultuous conclusion of moral quandary and sex.

Edit: could also be some secret bunkers, like secret metro lines or abandoned nuclear hunkers for world leaders in wartime. Treasures of these rich and powerful possibly forgotten or left behind for whatever reason.
 
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I've seen something along these lines on Mysteries of the Abandoned.

Maybe these two intrepid explorers run afoul of some drug runners using these basements as a way to move product or store it? Or discover a secret sex cult. Or perhaps a haunting? Lots of options.
 
Since long ago I have this fantasy, loosely based on an amalgamation of some stories I have read where the basic setup is as follows: one or more girls discover an underground passage from a safe space to a secluded swimming hole (could be river in a canyon, could be lake in a skylight cave, whatever). It becomes a recurring place to visit to skinny dip there, but she/they don't proactively explore any further. She/they may even have false impression the passage is all there's is.

Independently of them, a guy discovers another part of the same underground. He does go exploring, and eventually discover the same destination, and that it is being visited. Taking advantage of the darkness he peeps on her/them.

Eventually they run into each other... possibly first meeting by bumping into each other in complete pith black darkness both naked... but of course less extreme fitst interactions are more "realistic" or probable.
 
A secret weapons program. A mind control device that encourages subjects to "make love, not war". A black swan event causes the project to be abandoned and forgotten. But deep under Miskatonic University the device continues to emanate waves of arousal. On the surface, on the university's football field, the effect is felt as a mild euphoria, the inspiration for first-date shenanigans and hasty marriages.

Enter the local history club, four male students and Dr Randi Carter, the club's faculty advisor. They are exploring the tunnels under the school and run across the entrance to the love bunker, unknowingly drawn to it by the ache of longing in their loins. They force open the door and are exposed to the full force of the device. Immediately removing their clothing, they plunge themselves into a desperate orgy. Dr Carter, of course, is the main object of desire for the men and her body is eager to accomodate them even while her mind rebels at the notion.

As they can't all enjoy her charms simultaneously, the men reluctantly but irresistibly find it necessary to satisfy their lust on one another. After coming themselves to a state of exhaustion, they manage to break away from the site and return to the surface, agreeing to never speak of what happened below.

However, witnessing the orgy was a tribe of underworld dwellers, the offspring of the scientists and technicians who were trapped with the device or couldn't bear to leave it. This tribe has adapted to cave life and to the effect of the machine. but seeing these young healthy human males cavorting with the buxom Dr Carter and with each other awakens in them a desire that must be satisfied.

Monday morning, Dr Carter is a no show for her classes. The four students go to her office to look for her and find evidence to suggest something followed them from the bunker and abducted their professor. They begin planning a rescue. But what to do about the horniness that emanates from the chamber?

Meanwhile, Dr Carter finds herself restrained and being prepared for an inhuman gangbang. Her mind recoils from the idea, but her body...
 
A secret weapons program. A mind control device that encourages subjects to "make love, not war". A black swan event causes the project to be abandoned and forgotten. But deep under Miskatonic University the device continues to emanate waves of arousal. On the surface, on the university's football field, the effect is felt as a mild euphoria, the inspiration for first-date shenanigans and hasty marriages.

Enter the local history club, four male students and Dr Randi Carter, the club's faculty advisor. They are exploring the tunnels under the school and run across the entrance to the love bunker, unknowingly drawn to it by the ache of longing in their loins. They force open the door and are exposed to the full force of the device. Immediately removing their clothing, they plunge themselves into a desperate orgy. Dr Carter, of course, is the main object of desire for the men and her body is eager to accomodate them even while her mind rebels at the notion.

As they can't all enjoy her charms simultaneously, the men reluctantly but irresistibly find it necessary to satisfy their lust on one another. After coming themselves to a state of exhaustion, they manage to break away from the site and return to the surface, agreeing to never speak of what happened below.

However, witnessing the orgy was a tribe of underworld dwellers, the offspring of the scientists and technicians who were trapped with the device or couldn't bear to leave it. This tribe has adapted to cave life and to the effect of the machine. but seeing these young healthy human males cavorting with the buxom Dr Carter and with each other awakens in them a desire that must be satisfied.

Monday morning, Dr Carter is a no show for her classes. The four students go to her office to look for her and find evidence to suggest something followed them from the bunker and abducted their professor. They begin planning a rescue. But what to do about the horniness that emanates from the chamber?

Meanwhile, Dr Carter finds herself restrained and being prepared for an inhuman gangbang. Her mind recoils from the idea, but her body...
I like the "fertility enhancement" idea. I like realism in my story, so I would sooner go for old drugs that are now easily breathed in as they pass. The story would go a different way as well with the gang banging and the NC. No "I don't want this but my body does."

@LupusDei that is pretty cool. Do you want to write it, or are you searching for someone to do so?

The women could be more assertive the first time, daring to tell him off in the pitch darkness. However, another time they spy on him as he skinny dips. When he hears them giggling he calls them out for their hypocrisy. They flee in shame and more laughter.

This comes to a final showdown, where one party is already swimming. The other(s) decide to not have his/their swimming halted. They came all that way. They join in, swimming in their own at first. It is quite difficult not to look with the very clear water, and they introduce each other. They act like it's normal.

However, they are all affected. Eventually they go out of the water/to the shallow parts, daring each other by words or deeds further and further, until that first kiss...
 
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